| Gambler’s Lament - A Poem by Gary Cheeney Good Morning World I’m feeling lucky, Today’s the day, my bones are plucky, I can feel the seed of luck rumble, My body’s pumpin’ I don’t’ feel humble. A pokie, the horses or maybe casino, Spin the wheel take me to Reno I’ll make a fortune its there to take, Look out all venues get ready to shake. My blood is racing, my nerves extended What a feeling, my mind has bended. My very first shot I’m on a winner, Oh this is great, I’m out to dinner. From a few coins and a mere twenty, my pockets are bulging with money a plenty. First 50’s then 100’s and now two grand I knew today I’d make a stand. I won’t stop now I'm on a roll Every step I make right in the hole. I just dropped back! 200 has gone I’ll get out of here, I won't be long I'm down to twenty my original stake, How come I don’t ever get a break. That geezer over there—his machine is pumpin Lucky bugger, Ill give him a thumpin. No coins, no notes, left in my pocket A bloke should be impaled on a rocket. As I leave with anger and sorrow, Ah! What the heck, There's always tomorrow! |